The Last Encounter

“I don’t know why I came, I just figured you needed theHelp.And…maybe it is my fault. Never mind”.Destined to prelude you with verses never writtenI swear I wiped you off my sleeve Like grit. And wished for something cleanerThan your embrace. Lingering on me likeMemories of dirt and things that once moved Me like you did. Maybe it is your fault. Unscripted and irrelevant you cease to Blame me in my dreams of things we Never did. I was ashamed one timeFor kissing you. How selfish of me.I was never worthy. Now I wish for yourTaste to leave me. Uninhabited. And alone.Tainted with the staleness of your wishesAnd the softness of your voice. The clarity of Your eyes. And how they startled me! How dullI feel without them. “ Maybe…I don’t know. You’ll tell me what you Want.And this won’t have to be so hard”.I can’t stand to be disowned. Never lettingGo of grasps that can only suffice in my memory.I’m not afraid to hold on a little longer. IfYes. If only to touch you again.